Makie breathed hard as she felt her strikes slam against Blanco's blocking arm, while in response Blanco's grip on her head tightened. She gasped, trying to remember those grappling lessons her brother had taught her. She tried to keep the two of them rolling, groaning as her head was squeezed, but trying to get her legs around Blanco's chest in a scissor while her arms probed up, pushing uselessly against his arms and face. The closeness between the two of them would have been distracting, were Makie not worried about how Kyo was doing in the ring.

As it so happened, Kyo was in pretty bad shape. As he slumped into the corner, Kyo could only gasp uselessly for breath, the only thing keeping him from toppling forwards being Holly's curvy figure pressing up against him. For a brief moment, he was distracted by the feeling of her ample chest heaving against his abdomen, but he didn't have long to be distracted before Holly was on the move again.

Holly clambered the ropes, causing her chest to inadvertently press up against his face. Before a blushing Kyo even knew what was going on, Holly's powerful thighs wrapped around his body, and then gravity kicked in. Kyo gave a cry of alarm as he was flipped head over heels, before crashing hard onto his back. "UGH!" he grunted as he slammed into the mat, the thunderous impact causing his back to arch upwards.

That is, until Holly pressed down on him again. Before Kyo knew it, his face was completely obscured by the round mass of Holly's breasts. "MMMPH!" he muffled weakly barely able to move or breathe as his leg was hooked...

Down on the floor, Blanco was still struggling against Makie. He couldn't tell how Holly was doing from here, necessarily, but he hadn't heard the referee announce Kyo's victory, yet. He had to think the British girl still had a fighting chance. Meanwhile, it was all the luchador could do, to keep Makie from popping his arm clean out of the socket, with an armbar. Reaching in as quickly as he could, Blanco interlocked his fingers, struggling against Makie to keep her from pulling the hold back. He couldn't shake the fierce young Japanese woman, but he could hopefully keep her tied up. The pair of them were pressed tight, a tangle of limbs, while the match was still being fought in the ring.

Holly felt like her body had been rocked hard, as she managed to land the rana vivaz. Her aching spine and joints were jolted by the force of the impact, but she held strong. Holly leaned into the pinfall as hard as she could, her forehead pressed against the ring mat. Her arms flexed tight around Kyo's legs, while her ample breasts pressed against Kyo's face, completely engulfing his head as Holly's soft yet heavy body pressed him hard into the mat. Holly could feel sweat mixing with tears of determination, running down her cheeks. The British Bombshell had never wanted anything more in her life, than to keep this pin on long enough to win this match!

Makie cursed as she felt Gato grab a hold of one of her hands, limiting her ability to free herself. Gritting her teeth, she continued trying to snap her legs around Gato's abs in a body scissor. At the same time, her face was flushed red from exertion as she tried, and failed, to free her head. "Nnngh...leggo!" she growled. She was beginning to perspire a little as she and the luchador rolled and twisted on the floor in an artless brawl. In a fight like this, Makie knew that Gato's strength advantage would win out, but she still had to try to get free somehow.

Meanwhile, Kyo found himself even more thoroughly trapped than Makie. As his leg was wrenched back, he gave a muffled groan and twisted, trying and failing to arch up and get a shoulder up. With Holly's weight pressed down fully onto him, he couldn't move. His own hands pawed at Holly's arms and chin as he tried desperately to free himself, finding himself slowly suffocating under her powerful smother. As arousing as this hold was, he found himself getting weaker and weaker as he struggled to pull his head free, unaware of how his head rubbing underneath her cleavage might feel for Holly...

Scrambling, fighting to keep things under control, Blanco was settling for keeping himself out of an armbar. The fit young Makie was fighting like a hellcat, keeping Blanco completely neutralized at ringside. The two of them were fumbling about at the moment, technique and skill thrown by the wayside while they both struggled for any degree of control. Blanco could only guess what was happening in the ring, and hope that his girl wasn't suffering too much, at Kyo's hands.

Holly, meanwhile, was just waiting for that final count. Kyo's leg hooked, his body squirming and struggling beneath her. The British bombshell could feel him pawing at her chin and arms, trying to pry himself free. She responded by sinking in further, putting everything she had into sinking in. She could feel his face nestled hard between her ample bosom, the friction of his face against her soft, sensitive skin making her increasingly uncomfortable. She could feel the folds of her flesh pinching and shifting against Kyo's face, making her heart race and beads of sweat run down the generous curves of her cleavage. Still, the Brit held strong, suffering through the physical discomfort and embarrassment through sheer desperation to make her Japanese wrestling debut with a victory.

"THREE!"

With the final count, Holly sprang up. A look of wide-eyed disbelief was spread across her face, as her jaw nearly hit the mat. All of the pain and exhaustion she'd been suppressing to make her pinfall stick suddenly came rushing back through her body all at once. Holly flopped off of Kyo's prone form, and dropped like a stone to the mat. She lay there, victorious even if her body was clearly paying a heavy price for it. At ringside, as Gato Blanco heard the closing bell, he looked into the ring with his shock evident, even through his mask. "What just happened?" he asked Makie, disbelief in his voice.

Makie was beginning to be reminded of amateur high-school wrestling as she and Blanco tussled on the floor, and knew that she had to break away. Pressing a palm up against Blanco's chin, she gritted her teeth as she tried to pull her arms free, knowing that she had to go help Kyo. Even as the two of them brawled, however, they both heard the bell suddenly ring. Blinking in surprise, she and Blanco shared a look of confusion, before promptly untangling themselves from one another. Rolling back up to her feet, Makie looked up into the mat. "What the hell?" she echoed Blanco.

Kyo and Holly were both lying side by side on the mat, both drenched in sweat and looking close to dead. For a moment, Makie wasn't sure who had won...until the ref knelt down and raised Holly's arm where she lay. Makie instantly gaped. "What the hell?" she exclaimed again. Somehow, against even Makie's expectations, Holly Matheson had just pinned her brother.

Wordlessly, Makie rushed into the ring and began to tap lightly at her brother's cheeks. "Kyo! Say something! Are you okay?" In response, Kyo gave a groan and a cough, suddenly finding himself able to breathe again, though his face was still a bright red...to say nothing, of course, of the lingering feeling of hardness further down. "Sorry, sis," he said. "I...think I've just been pinned."

As Makie's palm sank into Blanco's chin, he was more than willing to break off from the lock-up. The young woman had fought like a hellcat, and there was simply no sensible reason for him to keep pursuing it any further than they already had. Especially since, like her, the luchador had caught wind of the match's closing bell. Now, there wasn't much left for the two of them but to look into the ring, and see how things had panned out.

Beneath his mask, Blanco's eyes narrowed as he looked at Holly. The soft young Brit was lying flat on the mat, chest heaving as she fought to breathe. Blanco nearly shook his head, expecting that the rest of his night would be spent consoling a broken-hearted Holly. All right up until the ref reached down, and held up her hand in a clear signal of victory!

In the ring, Holly pushed a hand against her face. Half-laughing, half-sobbing, the British bombshell was overcome with emotion as the announcer called her and Blanco's names, as the victors. Tears of joy running down her cheeks, chest heaving as she gasped to breathe, Holly just took in the moment. Her first match, her first win ... the young Brit hadn't had a moment like this in her entire life, and she doubted she'd have a moment like it again!

Grinning from ear to ear, Blanco dashed and slid into the ring. As Holly started to get up, he braced her on one side. Pulling her arm around his shoulder, wrapping his hands around her hips, Blanco helped Holly back up to her boots pulled her upright. "I- I won!" Holly exclaimed, panting, "I actually won!" Holly's face and chest were more than a few shades redder than usual, the struggle of securing the pinfall still having an obvious effect on her. She could barely stand, soft hips leaning into Blanco, as he tensed at the effort of holding her up. The crowd's cheers were filling the arena, most fans completely shocked at the rookie's upset victory.

After a few moments of soaking that in, Holly and Blanco turned back toward the Akamatsus. Both of them looking exhausted and surprised, they nonetheless reached a hand out to their opponents. The match had been an incredible back-and-forth, and regardless of the actual finish, both of the young couple knew that their opponents had more than earned their respect, tonight.

Slowly but surely, Makie helped Kyo up. Her brother was hungrily sucking in air, and given how red-faced and embarassed he looked, Makie had a good idea of how Holly had won that pinfall. As the siblings both stood up, they came face to face with Gato and Holly, and for a few seconds, an awkward silence settled over the ring as the two teams stared one another down.

Then, finally, Kyo gave a weak smile and extended a hand. "Great match," he said. "You two gave us one hell of a fight."

Holly took Kyo's hand first, grinning widely as she shook it. Blanco took his hand after that, giving it a firm shake. The couple also offered Makie a handshake, though Blanco rubbed his tender shoulder as he did so. While they were both grateful that they'd pulled off the win, the Akamatsu's show of sportsmanship was what had them truly pleased. Having this charity match sullied by a brawl would have been a shame. Plus, the fact that another fight was not something the couple were up for, at the moment ...

"I'd have to go back to the tape," Blanco said, "but I think it's pretty safe to say we earned more than a good amount for our cause, tonight! Thank you two! We couldn't have done it without the kind of competition you two were bringing to the ring, tonight!"

"Really can't thank you enough!" Holly gasped. Her ample chest was struggling against her ring gear, as she panted for air. Clearly incredibly excited, her eyes were wide, and a wide grin ran all across her face. "Th-that ... that was incredible! Thank you!"

It wasn't often that Kyo felt alright about losing a match-- at the end of the day, after all, he was a competitor, and he came into the ring to win-- but this time, it felt gratifying to have just been in a match in the first place. In part, he knew, it was because he was fighting for a good cause, but he had to admit, it was also because this was the first time his opponents seemed so genuinely happy about their win, or that they thanked him for such a good match.

Of course, his eyes still strayed to Holly's bosom, and the way it strained against her outfit, and he blushed as his mind immediately went back to the manner of his defeat. "Ehhh..."

"Yeah, yeah, you two did alright," Makie grumbled, rubbing the back of her head with one hand and extending the other for a shake. "Gotta admit, you both did a lot better than I thought you would. Just wait until the rematch, though..."

Snapping back to reality, Kyo nodded. "You both put up one hell of a fight. You both earned that win, and you gave Makie and I a real challenge. My sincere thanks to both of you."